Page 69 of Wicked Intention

He tugged her closer, freeing his hands to rest them on her hips. Zo was outspoken, and if she promised to say something, she would. “Yeah, let’s get started on that.”

Despite her assurances, Finn held on to his restraint. He wanted her with an intensity he’d never felt before, and if it made him uneasy, it would scare the hell out of Zo. “You,”—he nipped at her bottom lip—”have been driving me,”—he ran his tongue over where he’d bitten her—”out of my head since I first saw you.”

Slowly, as if he weren’t burning for her, Finn kissed and nipped his way from her chin and along her jawline until he reached her ear. Her long hair was loose tonight, and he splayed his hand through the side to move it out of his way.

He left his fingers tangled in her mane and fought off a shudder. One of his fantasies, while he’d been in prison, had involved her hair flowing free like this. Pushing aside the memory to focus on the now, he nibbled her lobe and traced the edge of her ear with his lips before returning to her mouth. Zo opened for him, and Finn dipped inside. A little tease before he bit her chin.

Her gasp made him struggle to maintain his shaky self-command. Damn, she shredded his restraint without even trying. He kissed her mouth again, savoring the taste of her.

His control teetered even more as she pressed her hips more firmly into his and tugged the tail of his shirt free from his trousers, her fingers stroking his bare skin. Stepping back, Finn shrugged out of his blazer and tossed it on the chaiselounge. The dazed expression on Zo’s face and the fever in her eyes killed the rest of his self-command. Finn didn’t bother opening every button on his shirt. He only hit enough to pull it over his head. It landed near the chaise and his shoes and socks ended up next to it.

Zo took a step back when he started toward her, stopping Finn in his tracks. “Do you want to call it a night?” He sounded strangled.

“No, I want to continue.” There wasn’t any hesitancy in her voice. “I haven’t seen you without a shirt since you nearly tackled me in the bathroom at the inn. I was admiring the view.” Zo closed the distance between them. Her fingers stroked his sides, his stomach. “I want this. I wantyou. Go faster.”

“I can do that.” He found the zipper beneath the fall of her hair, and he slowly lowered it until he reached the end, past the small of her back. The dress was so tight that he had to peel her arms free to lower it to her waist. “You are wearing a bra. I wondered.”

“Yep.” Zo reached behind her back, opened the hooks, and let it drop.

The groan started low, originating from somewhere deep inside his core before reaching his vocal cords. Finn watched her lips curve, but he also saw her swallow hard. Her nerves were returning. Reaching out, he lightly stroked her tight nipple with the knuckle of his index finger. Zo’s eyes half-closed, and she shivered from pleasure, so he did it a second time.

Finn reached out, planning to pull her against him again, but he became distracted by her smooth, bare skin. He wanted the dress off of her.

With his hands on the inside of the garment, he swept them down, touching as much of her as he could as he maneuvered the fabric until it fell to the floor. She stepped free, half turning as she did so, and the shreds of control he’dheld slipped away. “Damn, loquita, if I’d known you were wearing a G-string, I would have embarrassed both of us on the dance floor.”

“I thought about going commando.”

The expression on her face told him she’d deliberately said it, that she wanted to tease him, but it didn’t matter a damn.

Finn stepped back and worked on regaining control as he unbuckled his belt. Stepping out of his slacks, he left them in a heap on the floor. His cock was so hard that the head had pushed past the waistband of his briefs. He needed her under him. Soon.

“Turn for me. Please?” he added to soften the order. Finn wanted to see all of her, to appreciate every inch of the woman who left him wild with want.

The request made her uneasy, he could see that, but she turned, arching her back slightly to make her ass stick out more. He cupped one cheek, his fingers sliding between her thighs before stroking her. Zo was wet, and Finn’s lips curved. They hadn’t even done much. Yet.

He moved, pressing his cock into her ass while fighting the urge to grind against her. Zo leaned into him, her head falling back on his shoulder. He angled her face for a kiss. She was the one who rolled her hips against him. “You’re killing me,” he muttered, but he went back for another kiss before she could reply.

Leaving one hand around her waist, he moved the other up to stroke her breast. She gasped against his mouth as he pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“I planned on more foreplay than this.” Finn cupped her sex, running his finger under the G-string and finding the center of her pleasure. He circled his fingertip lightly over it, hardly touching her.

She put her hand over his, encouraging him to press more firmly as he stroked her. “We’ve had weeks of foreplay. It started in Puerto Jardin.”

Zo had a point. They’d been building toward this every time they were together. The hell of it was that there were a thousand things he wanted to explore with her, but he wasn’t going to get to any of them. “We have all night,” he said, talking more to himself than her.

“At least that long.” Zo freed herself and pivoted to face him. “Think we can make it to the bed?”

It was iffy, but Finn swung her into his arms and moved before he lost that sliver of command. When they were next to the bed, he set her down on her feet. She was still wearing her heels, and combined with the G-string… Finn closed his eyes and fisted his hands, taking a few deep breaths. He heard Zo moving, but he didn’t dare look. Not when he was so close to coming.

When he thought he could handle the visual of his loquita, he opened his eyes again. She’d pulled down the covers, stepped out of her heels, and was now standing next to the bed, watching him. Her eyes were hot. Finn pushed his briefs down and proceeded to rid her of the tiny scrap that passed for panties.

In the next heartbeat, they were pressed against each other, their mouths open as they devoured each other. “Loquita. Need you.”

“Condoms,” she said, stopping him before he lowered her to the bed.

“Yeah.” Cursing silently as he crossed to his blazer, Finn pulled one out of the breast pocket. The rest of the box was in the guest room. Later. He’d get those later.

He opened the thing as he crossed back to Zo. Not wanting to wait any longer, he started to roll it on as he walked. The interruption had been annoying, but now that he had a minute to cool down, he was grateful. He might not be able to give Zo the long lovemaking he’d planned to wow her with, but at least he wouldn’t get off in two seconds.

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